he would invite you over (or sneak, i should say) to the studio for a date cuz you both do this all the time
sometimes, he plays you snippets of songs he's working on, other times, you're just talking the night away while getting some work done
anyways, today he's playing you one of his songs
you're just completely immersed in the music and when it ends the lingering feeling of wanting more is left behind
how could it not? the song was about spending an eternity with you
you're about to turn around and profess your love for chan for the millionth time when you see him
he's on one knee and lets out a choked, "i meant everything in that song. i didn't know what love was before i met you, but you have shown me love and so much more. marry me?"
ofc you say yes (i mean, i would) and just end up falling asleep on his couch
LEE MINHO
you guys go to your favorite cat cafe, and bring the kids (cats?) along with you too
suddenly, soonie comes along with a note stuck to her back - "will you be our parent? i mean, for real?"
you look at minho who's playing with the cats on the other side of the room, confused, but he doesn't see you
(actually, he's blushing like crazy and is too scared to make eye contact lmao)
that is until you walk over to him and give him a nudge
he's beaming at you (this boy istg) and gets down on one knee
"we can't let our kids be a part of a dysfunctional family. they another parent, and they love having you around. actually, no, they love you. and they wanna grow old with you. so. will you, uhm, marry me? their father?"
(pls im giggling at this myself)
SEO CHANGBIN
you guys are out on a date at a fancy restaurant and changbin's acting extra giggly
now mind you, this is seo changbin. extra giggly is far more than what you would imagine
you're finally done eating and slump against your chair when the server brings another plate of food
you look at changbin with a "bro. i'm full." but the bro in question is just looking at you.
you look down at the tray placed in front of you.
"will you marry me?" it says with a ring in the middle?
"be my permanent gym partner?" asks changbin hopefully
and you say yes (bcuz who in their right mind wouldn't ???)
HWANG HYUNJIN
we all know how extra this man is, so when he insists that you two go to the bookshop where you first met, you don't protest
you're scanning the bookshelf, reminiscing about how you both bonded over monet and jane austen at this very shop
then you here a little gasp in front of you
naturally, your first instinct is to turn around and check on hyunjin
and he is down on one knee, a sobbing mess (but still cute, y'know)
"you have, and always will be my muse," he says, "so will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of being your husband?"
he slides the ring onto your finger and pulls you into a hug and you're both crying and laughing and
(i'm sorry this is so cute, goodbye)
HAN JISUNG
you had made up your mind - is jisung wasn't going to propose to you, you would propose to him
(get it, queen or king or gender non-identifying reader!)
and so you're on your rooftop building when he goes "i need to tell you something" and funnily enough, so do you
(i wonder what that's about... hehehe)
after a series of 'you first', 'no you'. jisung admits defeat and slides you over the ring box
wordlessly, you slide over your box
the two of you just start laughing because, idiots in love
and then you squish jisung and start peppering him with kisses
LEE FELIX
it's a beach date!
absolutely perfect, all complete with bokkie's brownies
but felix is acting kinda nervous.
(and by nervous i mean his face is beet red and he's stuttering like crazy)
(what can you say, my boy is in love)
you're eating the last brownie when he says "close you eyes"
you do and you hear some shuffling.
you open your eyes to a sniffling felix propped up on one knee. "can I be your personal brownie chef for the rest of forever?"
who can say no to an offer like that?
KIM SEUNGMIN
you both were coming home from one of your numerous dates
it was the perfect night to be walking outside, but seungmin seemed really shifty
he was NOT enjoying himself
"are you cheating on me?" you ask jokingly
"far from it actually," he retorts, suddenly letting go of your hand.
you turn to find him in the middle of the street with a ring in his hand
"marry me. will you? please? i've had this ring with me for months and i didn't know when to propose but now i know, well like i always knew-"
you promptly shut him up with a kiss and a breathless yes
YANG JEONGIN
nothing was going according to plan for innie. you spent too much time picking an ice cream flavor and he knew that he was spending too much time at this clothing store
but they just got a new collection
and so he waits until you both are done so that he can take you to that really drmamtic fountain in front of the mall and propose to you
but watching you pick out your clothes, he realizes he wants to do this for the rest of forever
so this man promptly plops down on one knee in the middle of a department store and screams, "WILL YOU MARRY ME AND BE MY SHOPPING BUDDY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"
you just look at him confused holding up a t-shirt, "UH OKAY I'LL MARRY YOU AND WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"
you both are so loud that you nearly get kicked
(later he makes you buy him ice cream because he's a baby who's done a good job and deserves a reward)
it wasnât his job that made him ordinary, it wasnât his talent, and it certainly wasnât his looks.. but it was the little things he did, like wanting to go to the convenience store with you at 2am even after a long day of photoshoots and promotions.
itâs starting to get colder, and leaves are turning brown again. just like it was when you met him. this time of year makes you remember the first time you crossed paths.
you were working at a cafe, your first day, first job. he, of all people, walked in. you felt your heart stop and start again. of course you knew who he was, but you didnât dare say anything. you kindly welcomed him, holding back the urge to ask for a picture or an autograph.. you were too shy to do anything like that.
youâll never forget his order. it still hasnât changed. you called it out. âextra hot caramel macchiato, two pumps hazelnut, extra whipped cream.â
he was off to the side of the counter, jotting something down on piece of paper. his head perked up at your call, and he smiled.
he payed in cash, and managed to slip something in with it. a little folded up sticky note wedged in between the bills. you wouldnât have noticed it if it hadnât slipped out and fallen onto the floor. âoh, did something fall out ofââ
âdonât worry. thatâs for you.â he interjected, taking the change you held out for him in your hand. âwell thanks. have a nice day.â he nodded on his way out.
after watching him exit in awe, you picked up the note. a string of digits was written across it in really poor handwriting. it read âtext me?â but it actually looked more like âtaxi manâ
but you couldnât focus for the rest of the day. seeing him in person was enough to shake you up, but for him to hit on you? you got a least 4 orders wrong after that.
when you finally got home, you were hesitant to type the number into your phone. did he really mean to give it to you? thatâs dangerous⌠for all he knows, you could be a sasaeng.
you ignored any doubts and just did it anyway. you had no idea what to say. not wanting to freak him out or act like a crazy fan, you went with something simple.
hi are you the guy from earlier? caramel macchiato?
shortly after you sent it, you got a response.
yeah thatâs me
you stared at your screen expressionless, trying to process what was going on. and then another text came through.
sorry that note was so sloppy. actually i was worried you wouldnât be able to read it
im jaehyun by the way. could i get your name?
all you could do was laugh. it was unbelievable.
surprisingly, you slept pretty well that night. but you woke up a little disappointed, thinking youâd just woken from the best dream ever. you picked up your phone to check the time only to see a message from a number that had yet to be saved as a contact.
you working today?
you took a second to notice the messages above it, where you exchanged names. your heart fluttered, but then it dropped. it was already noon and jaehyunâs text is what reminded you that you had a shift at 1:15. your thumbs slammed against your keyboard to respond.
yes i totally forgot
you pulled yourself together in like 10 minutes. hair kinda messy, eye bags on fleek, you head out. you were in such a hurry, it didnt occur to you to check if he responded.
nice. iâll see you there
but you left him on delivered.
you made it just on time. you reached for the door handle but someone else beat you to it. a familiar voice spoke. âhere, i can get that.â
you werenât expecting to see jaehyun right beside you, and you obviously werenât used to seeing his face up close and personal. âoh itâs you-â your hands instinctively covered your mouth in surprise. âwhat are you doing here?â you avoided looking directly at him as you made your way inside.
he followed behind you. âi have a day off.. and i was craving coffee.â you rubbed your cold hands together. âis that so?â heading to the back to put your things down, you tried hard not to show how nervous you were.
you came back out with an apron, and you made sure to fix your hair up a bit. jaehyun was standing on the other side of the counter like he was ready to place an order, so you had to think of him as any regular customer. âwhat can i get for you today, sir?â
âcan i get a⌠date with you?â
at that point, it had started to sink in. that you actually had a shot with this guy.
âsir, thatâs.. not on the menu.â you teased with a sudden confidence, looking him in the eye.
yes, this was jeong jaehyun. but at the end of the day, he was still a man. and like any man, you wouldnât let him pull you so easily.
âitâs not?â he answered, his gaze lingering on you so naturally. âhmmâŚâ with a quick scan of the menu, he continued. âa caramel macchiato is fine, then.â
one thing led to another, and the untouchable superstar jaehyun you couldnât believe was real, was now the annoying jaehyun who refused to leave your home.
the unreachable jaehyun who travels the world, performing at sold out stadiums, is still the jaehyun who sleeps through his alarms, and sings in the showerâŚ
now you know heâs not unreachable or untouchable, but it was still hard for you to understand how such a special person⌠could really be so ordinary.
For any Atiny who are likely going to get into hockey with this new release - I can answer any questions you have about the game! I have a blog dedicated to it (and womenâs soccer but thats another thing) over at @mf-mightyducks !
Feel free to reach out here or there if you want to get to know hockey!
THE ONLY GRIPE I HAVE IS THAT CHOI SAN IS NOT DRESSED IN FULL GOALTENDING GEAR - IF YOU MAKE HIM A GOALTENDER AT LEAST GET THE GEAR CORRECT BUT ITS FINE
WHEN I SAY I CALLED IT I MEAN IT YâALL OH MY GOD
ateez as a hockey team
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Seonghwa: forward, alternate captain, master of assists and setting the team up for success, is in charge of making sure everyone has their equipment, luggage, and snacks on road trips, cleans the locker rooms after every game
Hongjoong: forward, captain of the team, play-maker and goal-scorer, if you see one of his teammates goofing around, you can be sure he's somewhere on the bench with a look of Tired Parentâ˘ď¸ on his face, voted most trustworthy by his teammates
Yunho: defenseman, shit-stirrer #1, will ram you out of the way and smile while doing it, will be cheering on his team every moment he's on the ice, and can be heard by EVERYONE, the media team's favorite face for behind the scenes videos
Yeosang: backup goaltender, amazing in skill, sometimes lacking in focus, regularly gets caught completely zoned out on the bench, but once he's in net, he's honestly the scariest person on the team, goes viral on social media for his face and water bottle showers on the ice
San: defenseman, shit-stirrer #2, enforcer, the best at subtle cross-checks that don't get called, one of the hardest hitters on the team, capable of easily ramming people over, off-ice is one of the sweetest, spending most of his time off-ice taking selfies with fans
Mingi: starting goaltender, little weird but in the quiet subtle way, if you look closely you can see him dancing and singing to himself in between plays, has the weirdest warm-up rituals of headbutting his teammates, one of the scariest players aside from Yeosang
Wooyoung: forward, shit-stirrer #3, fastest skater on the team, will insult you and skate-skip away with a smile, will skate in circles around you to piss you off and sneak away before retaliation, and then immediately score on you, the Overly-Affectionate Teammateâ˘ď¸
Jongho: forward, youngest on the team which means he gets babied and roasted the most, top scorer on the team based on skill alone, most technically perfect on the team, gives the shortest interviews, Everyone's Favoriteâ˘ď¸
When you still swoon over his God of love photoshoot
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Type: Texting, fluff, slightly suggestive (only a tiny little bit)
Summary: You couldn't help but swoon over the photoshoot that your boyfriend did. And you couldn't help that it had something to do with a certain outfit...
Note: Here is another text imagine. This time it's from Minho's photoshoot for W Korea. I've had this in my head for the past few days and thought it was time to post it. The pictures you send Minho are under the text imagine! Enjoy!!
I cant insert a photo here on your ask but it goes something like
"Do whatever you want!!!" X said out of anger then character Y kissed him gently. "You said do whatever i want, right?"
whatever â choi seungcheol | 1,821 words | hurt/comfort, fluff
this prompt was really cute!!!
gender neutral reader. warnings: reader is stressed out? and in need of a hug?
you love the sounds that make the house you share with seungcheol your home.
you love hearing the door creak when you open it at that specific angle. you love the sound of the clock ticking in the living room that seungcheol himself picked out. you love the sound of him walking on the wooden floor of your house, the sound of his glass when it clinks against the marble of the kitchen island, the birds chirping in the evening when you take out time to just relax against him and watch the sun set, and the sound of his quiet snores when he insists he wants to watch you watch your favourite shows, only to end up falling asleep.
thereâs none of that here, in this moment.
you take off your shoes and kick them to the side, not bothering to open the cabinet to put them inside because the doors make a particularly loud sound when they snap shut, and you donât want to risk waking seungcheol up again.
itâs been an odd couple of weeks, with you staying out late because of more work and seungcheol staying in because his workload has been relatively less for the beginning of the new year. him being at home wouldâve made you happy if you didnât have to apologize for cancelling and rescheduling dates, or for being left with energy enough only for a bath and a quick dinner, movie plus cuddling sessions replaced by cuddling in your sleep. if you were lucky to get back home in time, that is.
you stop and listen for a few moments. thereâs no sound to be heard. the door to your bedroom is shut, which means that seungcheol must have already gone to sleep.
a little pang of hurt stabs your heart. itâs not like you want him to keep late hours for you, but youâre not exactly doing well in these trying times, and youâd really love to have his voice wash out your worries.
a resounding bang from the kitchen startles you. before you can even think of the worst possible scenario that couldâve just transpired, seungcheol walks out of the kitchen, a rolling pin in one hand and some flour on his hair and his rolled up sleeves. the literal definition of a hot mess.
âhey, baby,â he says, eyes widening when he sees you. âi was expecting you to be back in an hour or two.â
so itâs that bad, huh? itâs become normal for him to expect you to come back even later? you focus on the stains on his clothes instead, and the rolling pin that seems so out of place in his hand. âwhat exactly are you doing?â
ânothing! well, nothing much. yet. maybe you should stay out of here for a while.â
one thing about seungcheol is that he never keeps secrets. he canât tell you a white lie to save his life, much less a black lie. âcheol,â you say, frowning, âboth of us know you donât even cook. are you baking? and whyâs there flour in your hair?â
âsieving accident,â he mumbles, so quiet that you almost donât catch it.
âshould i be afraid?â you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose. you feel like your tears are a short distance away, and you really, really hope heâs done nothing more. something tells you that isnât it, however.
ânot really!â says seungcheol, but you can read him like glass at this point. the little nervous laugh and the way his nose twitches when he tries spinning facts makes you dread what youâre going to find inside. âmaybe you should have a nice bath before you sleep? did you have dinner yet?â
you try to move past him into the kitchen but he blocks the entrance with his broad frame. the one time this isnât sexy.
âcheol, let me in.â
ânot until you tell me the password.â
âthereâs a password now? what, something like choi seungcheol is the best?â
he giggles. âclose.â
you sigh. âcheol, iâm really not in the mood to play games right now. please tell me whatâs going on in there?â
he tries pulling that face, the one with the puppy eyes, where he looks at you so pleadingly that youâre generally ready to fold and do whatever he asks of you, but right now it just doesnât work on you. the more evasive he is, the more worried you get. before he can react, you duck under his outstretched arms and into the kitchen.
rather, into the mess heâs made of the kitchen.
youâve heard stories about junhui trying to bake. they sounded absolutely hilarious, and youâve always wondered how he could mess up so bad that he managed to land waffle batter on the ceiling. especially when he didnât even own a ladder to try and clean it.
itâs not funny when itâs your house that has some batter on the walls. at least itâs not the ceiling, you think, a bit hysterical, until you see flour on theâŚeverywhere. itâs just everywhere. the counter, near the sink, in front of the oven like itâs a modern day trail of breadcrumbs that hansel and gretel wouldâve followed. thereâs also baking supplies scattered all over, an extremely huge sheet of baking paper lining a tray thatâs sitting next to a bunch of bowls.
itâs a mess, to say the least.
âiâm sorry,â seungcheol says, gently turning you away from the sight of it. he winces when he sees your face. you donât even know what your face looks like. all you know is that youâre tired, that you need a break, and that the last thing you would have liked to see today was your boyfriendâs face while he was peacefully asleep, and notâŚthis.
you shake your head but no words come out.
âiâm sorry,â seungcheol repeats, setting the rolling pin down on the counter. a comical little cloud of flour rises and settles. what kind of accident even was that? âi was justâŚtrying to bake.â
âcheol, you didnât even know why we use baking soda till last week!â
âhey!â he says, defensive. âi asked you so i could learn. and i know this isnât great, butââ his words dry up when he notices where your gaze lies â on the batch of cookies that are burned beyond belief.
you canât believe your eyes, either. youâre not the biggest baker in the world, but youâve never burned anything youâve baked. especially not in your first attempt. maybe youâd have given up the courage to bake again if that had happened, but seungcheol clearly isnât that bothered by it.
you donât know if itâs because of how pitiful they look, or how long your day has been, but you feel a lump rise in your throat.
âyou never even do this,â you whisper, only focusing on his face and not the mess around you. âwhy did you think you had to do this today?â
âam i not allowed to try things if i want to?â he asks, crossing his arms.
âitâs not that, cheol,â you say, trying to be as reasonable as possible. âiâd ask you for some help before trying something iâve never done before. you never, ever do this. only when i ask you to help me. why today?â
âbecause i wanted to,â he says, almost flippant. âiâll clean it up before you know it.â
but itâs not about the mess. itâs not about the burnt cookies. itâs not about the way he tried to block you from seeing the state of the kitchen. itâs the finality in his tone. itâs the fact that itâs not a big deal to him because he hasnât had the day youâve had.
seungcheolâs eyes widen when he sees your lips tremble. âare you seriously mad at me? for baking?â
âdo whatever you want,â you hiss, tired and angry, feeling a single tear slide down your cheek. âi shouldnât have looked inside.â you turn to walk away before it becomes a full fledged cascade of tears, but you donât go far because of the hand holding on to your wrist.
âstop,â he says, holding you strong enough that it becomes futile to try and escape.
âlet me go, seungcheol,â you say, avoiding his face.
âoh, no,â he breathes out, and the next thing you know is that your face is cradled in his hands and thereâs a warm kiss pressed to your forehead. and your nose. and your lips. and it keeps repeating till you push him away, your face in his hands. you can feel the ugly emotions inside you ebbing away slowly, reducing to small embers that prickle the slightest bit.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask weakly.
âyou said do whatever i want, right?â he asks, a smile on his face.
that gets you to break, for some reason. you wouldâve forgiven him even if heâd gotten batter on the ceiling, because this â the sight of seungcheol with flour in his otherwise perfect hair, wearing an old shirt and beaming at you even though youâve snapped at him â kills even those small embers.
you press your face to his chest and let the tears out silently.
seungcheol rubs your back. âhey,â he says softly. âlet it out, okay? and iâm sorry about the mess. i meant it when i said iâll cleanââ
âitâs not that,â you whisper. âjustâŚhold me?â
seungcheol complies, and you find yourself swaying in his hold in the silence of your house.
âwant to talk to me about it?â he offers when you pull away, feeling slightly better. âiâmââ
âstop apologizing to me, cheol,â you say, laughing a little wetly. âitâs not the kitchen. iâve justâŚiâve been missing you like crazy and i miss just being with you without doing anything. i hate coming home late and seeing you asleep by yourself in our bed. i wantâŚi want things to go back to the way they were.â
âso, a bad week?â
âmore than one.â
âbut you have me here at the end of every single day, right?â seungcheol says, pushing up the corners of your lips to make you smile. you do smile, but itâs because of the cute grin he has on his face. âweâll get through it before you know it.â
you sigh. âit sounds good when you say it like that.â
âbecause i mean it. also, one more thing.â
âyeah?â
âplease donât ever call me by my whole name again.â
âonly if you mess up the kitchen that bad again.â
âhey!â
âalso, why were you baking in the first place?â
âbecause i wanted to cheer you up,â he says, sheepish, and you want to do nothing more than hold his face and kiss him silly.
âyouâre an idiot, baby,â you say, cradling his face in your hands. âbut youâre my idiot. and i love you.â
seungcheolâs blushing face is quite possibly enough to get you through tomorrow.
authorâs note: a little fun fact about me, my birthday is actually on svtâs debut date, may 26th, so it is always an exceptionally special day for me hehe
synopsis: you expected a mystery cake, but your thoughtful boyfriend surprised you even more.
word count: 0.6k | genre: fluff, humour/crack | pairing: wonwoo x gn! reader | warnings: reader is shorter than wonwoo, mentions of cake and sweets, one curse word
âwhat flavour is the cake?â you asked excitedly when you spotted wonwoo with the big box upon exiting the bright doors of the bakery. the two of you came to pick up your pre placed order of a surprise mystery cake for your birthday, since you wanted to have a little fun this year with it. âi wonât tell you, you will have to guess it.â wonwoo replied mischievously, a little smirk evident on his face. âcome on, donât be such a meanie on my birthday!â you huffed to which he burst out in giggles and stepped towards you, towering over you. âsorry sweetheart, no can do, you will have to wait.â he whispered into your hair while kissing the crown of your head. âbut i am so curious!â you pressed further with puppy eyes looking up at him, really trying to see if you could make his defenses crumble. ânuh uh donât give me the sad puppy eyes, i wonât ruin the fun because someone here is a little curious.â he stated, determined to keep his mouth shut for the time being. âyou are no fun.â you said while sulking and walking towards the car in the parking lot. you could tell he felt a bit bad about it, although he was absolutely right for trying to keep the promise he made to you before getting the cake, in which he swore to keep it a secret until you got home. when arriving next to the vehicle he realised he had no way of getting the container into the car by himself since his hands were full. âcould you please open the car door for me?â he asked while still balancing the big cake in his hands, trying to avoid tripping in his own long legs. âtell me the flavour and i will.â you bargained even though you knew it was in vain; your precious boyfriend was way too good at keeping secrets. âfine, i will open it myself then.â as soon as he put the box on top of the car to free his hands you didnât hesitate for a single moment and grabbed the sweet treat, opening the container to see the round ball of joy in its full glory (which by the way definitely looked too familiar, just like the flavour you loved), and to have a swipe from the delicious frosting on it. you almost managed to raise your coated finger to your mouth when a firm grip on your wrist made you freeze. âyou are so bad today. what did i tell you about waiting?â wonwoo questioned with a serious look on his face; you didnât dare move, afraid that he was actually mad, however your doubts faded away quickly when he started shaking his head in disbelief with the expression of amusement. you had a genius idea to get back at him and with a swift motion the mentioned frosting landed on his nose, looking cuter as ever. âyou look exactly like a little cat, baby.â you laughed while he tried to get rid of the sweet coat and eventually tasted it. âhmm, not bad.â he smiled, satisfied with the taste. you did the same, confirming the fact that it was indeed tasty, and your favourite flavour suspiciously enough. âi wonder how the mystery cake ended up being exactly what i said i wanted before deciding on going with the flow.â you wondered out loud. âdo you mind explaining it, my dear boyfriend?â you stood with hands on your hips, a playful glint in your eyes challenging him to reply. he shrugged his shoulders. âwhat can i say, you must be one hell of a lucky person sweetheart.â he grinned while giving you a sweet kiss on the lips. âhappy birthday.â